He Chose His First Love, So I Married the Shipping Heir

After all the trouble I went through to snag those two World Cup tickets, my boyfriend turned around and gave mine to his first love.

He had his arm around her, and he said it without a trace of shame.

"I promised I'd propose to you at the World Cup, that we'd finally cross the finish line after nine years together."

"But Bertie's dying. Her last wish is to go to the World Cup and love me one more time."

"She was my first. I can't just abandon her. So you'll wait a little longer."

I looked at his fingers laced tight through hers, and something bitter stung behind my eyes.